Chapter 341: Armored Vehicles Take You Flying

A new quest has appeared: The Grand Sale.

Quest Objective: Grand Theft Auto V sales must reach 3,000 units.

Quest Reward: The Game Roulette (allows for a single spin to win a game), Lucky Treasure Chest.

Quest Description: Reaching 3,000 sales for a game like this is a walk in the park, right?

Owner Fang stared blankly, offering only a speechless, "... "

Come to think of it, if he included the players who didn't visit daily, the two shops combined now boasted nearly ten thousand customers. It was an bustling, vibrant scene. Because of this, Owner Fang had specifically allowed Jiang Xiaoyue to move a computer onto the counter, saving her from constantly running back and forth to handle payments.

Fortunately, a large portion of them were Legend players focused on developing their respective factions, such as the Jiuhua Army, the Royal Guards, the Black Demon Guards, and so forth.

An entire faction would arrive together, leave together, and pay their bills all at once in an orderly fashion. Otherwise, even though Xiaoyue and Zou Mo possessed cultivation that made their hands, feet, and minds much sharper than ordinary people, they likely would have been driven entirely off their feet by the chaos.

There were still quite a few players enjoying Grand Theft Auto V. The power structures within Legend had basically solidified, so while they still fought one another, it didn't really disrupt much else. Factions like the Black Demon, the Coiling Dragon Mansion, and the Yuanheng Pavilion would usually find the time to come and try out this new game.

After all, some of the elements within it were incredibly useful to them.

This was especially true for an establishment like the Yuanheng Pavilion, which dealt in all sorts of rare and exotic treasures. If they could display one or two mechanical weapons that were completely different from a cultivator's spiritual artifacts, it would undoubtedly turn heads.

As for the Jiuhua City side, there was even less need to explain its popularity.

"Let's start the livestream," Owner Fang called out. "Get in the car, get in the car, hurry up and get in."

The three of them had gathered inside Owner Fang's safehouse. Opening the door, they watched as Mo Xian walked in, dressed in a white, long-sleeved graphic T-shirt under a small black vest, complete with a large pair of sunglasses.

"Are you acting like some big celebrity now? Wearing sunglasses indoors?" Finally, everyone was assembled.

"Huh? Is the boss livestreaming again?" A crowd of people noticed the large screen. Normally, it was only turned on for the weekly television drama broadcasts, so they hadn't expected it to light up at this hour.

"Grand Theft Auto V Online?" There were clearly many newcomers around now, and they were thrilled by Owner Fang's livestream.

This was because many of them had absolutely no idea what to do in the online mode. They couldn't make any money, and they were terrified of joining other players' teams only to be cursed at for being terrible. Driven by necessity, they stuck to the offline mode. Though the offline story was excellent, driving around with everyone else was clearly more entertaining and offered significantly higher returns.

Quite a few disciples from the Xiyi Academy and the Shengjing Academy began to take their seats on the couches to watch. There were also people like Liang Shi, who had earned their first real fortunes in life right here at the Origin Internet Club. Coupled with their deep fascination with the "mechanisms" of firearms and automobiles, they chose to log off, grab a bottle of cola, and settle down on the sofas to enjoy the show.

"Today, I'll be broadcasting a new heist for everyone," Owner Fang explained as he gave a brief introduction. "I've brought two friends from Half City, and one from Jiuhua City. Miss Nalan, I'm sure all the friends from Jiuhua City already know her. First place in the Counter-Strike team tournament—I personally trust her marksmanship completely. The two from Half City go by the IDs Mo Xianzi and Yanyu Longcui. Two new friends, and two complete newbies."

"Boss, I'm an experienced driver!" Mo Xian was clearly very dissatisfied with this introduction.

Ning Bi smiled elegantly. "We're just beginners, please look after us!"

The bullet comments quickly began to flood the screen:

"So there are actually beauties over in the Morning Star Sea Realm?"

"And here I thought everyone from that region was vicious and sinister, covered in muscle and sporting eight scars across their faces."

"I thought so too. I imagined the cultivators of the Morning Star Sea Realm to all look treacherous, with murder written all over their faces..."

"Do you motherf*ckers have some kind of misunderstanding about our Morning Star Sea Realm?" Clearly, an aggrieved cultivator from the Morning Star Sea Realm had fired off an angry comment.

"Both of these ladies are gorgeous!"

"Hello to the beauties of the Morning Star Sea Realm."

"... "

...

"So, Mr. (Lester) Crest said you guys might be able to give me a hand." This time, the man planning the entire operation was a short-haired fellow. After the Fleeca Bank incident, Lester evidently considered Owner Fang a very reliable partner, which was why he had recommended this new job. "Well, it's not really for me. In fact, the person you're helping isn't—oh, I don't want to get mixed up in this."

"This isn't exactly a recruitment drive either. It's more like an opportunity," the man spoke eloquently to the players. "Professor Maxim Rashkovsky. He used to be a chief researcher for the military."

"Three PhDs. He knows a lot, but he doesn't know how to keep a low profile. A control freak, a geneticist, a weapons developer, an engineer... definitely not your average guy."

"He's a goddamn traitor. What I mean to say is, he's a rat, but he's also a benefactor. He's currently locked up for his crimes..."

Judging solely by the introduction, it was obvious that this heist belonged to an entirely different league than the previous one. The players' target was this very professor.

This was no ordinary job anymore. It felt much more like a sequence straight out of a movie or a television drama.

Yes, it could be summed up in two words: big time.

"But first, we need to make a few preparations. Simple stuff. This is standard operating procedure for breaking into a government facility, if you catch my drift."

The first order of business was the plane setup—the exact same plane heist Mo Xian had participated in before.

Heading downstairs, Owner Fang drove his car out of the garage. It was a black, armored Kuruma. Its solid, heavy chassis delivered a striking visual impact, even for those who weren't seeing it for the first time.

"An armored Kuruma?! The boss actually bought a Kuruma already?!"

"And looking at that frame, it's clearly bulletproof!"

The entire vehicle was armored right up to the window glass, leaving the window slits significantly narrower than those on a normal car. Surrounded by thick bulletproof plating, any gunfire would have to be aimed out through those tiny slits. It was practically like hiding inside a mobile fortress.

Ordinary firearms could pose absolutely no threat to an armored car like this.

"You've almost completely drained the bank of its funds, haven't you?" Nalan Mingxue remarked, eyeing Owner Fang's smug expression.

The Kuruma was by no means cheap.

"Cut the chatter, get in the car. This armored ride is about to take you all for a spin," Owner Fang said grandly.

Fairies or demonesses, it didn't matter; he piled them all into the car first before heading off to steal the plane.

"Do you want to let me drive? It's pretty far away," Mo Xian offered, her hands practically itching with desire at the sight of Owner Fang's luxury ride.

"No need, no need!" Owner Fang kept one hand on the steering wheel while casually pulling up a playlist. Music purchased or even recorded within his personal virtual space could be transferred directly over into Grand Theft Auto V.

Consequently, a familiar melody soon filled the interior of the car.

"The bell rings out a signal to return home, in his life, there seems to linger a touch of sorrow..."

He played the music as he drove, and just as it reached the crescendo: "Today, only a remnant shell remains, to welcome the glorious days."

Very quickly, a chorus of female voices chimed in from the back seat: "Through wind and rain, grinding all night with my bros..."

Owner Fang turned his head to stare at Ning Bi and Mo Xian sitting in the back. "... "

"Why are you looking at me, young boss?" Ning Bi asked, bewildered.

Mo Xian added, "We didn't get the lyrics wrong..."